Well what a weekend I had. Being extremely poor, and on antibiotics I thought it would be lame, but I was apparently wrong. I drove to a party on Friday to hang out with my friend and the South African boy she is seeing, for his birthday. We went to the pub so as to be fashionably late, and some weird woman came up and told us how gorgeous and young we were 
and then some nasty pikey tried to get us to play doubles on the pool. We left shortly after. At the party, which was full of crazy South African hardcore kids, I proceeded to get peer pressured into getting very drunk on Sambuca and beer, lost my bandana, kissed a young (19) boy, (
) and woke up early the next morning feeling like utter shite. South African hardcore boys are weird, because they're all about 10 years behind us in terms of music, fashion and general attitude. Because there's no "scene" at all out there, they come over here and go crazy for it, filling every stereotype there is...hair, piercings, tattoos, clothes etc. And they're all very religious too. 
Anyway, I went home and slept a bit like the dirty stopout I am
And pissed about all day till it was time to go to the meet. Which was fun, much props to all the people I saw, and everyone I met, I hope LadyInsane had a good birthday. I came over all lesbionic, feeling everyone's boobs (it's nice to know what boobs feel like you know) And kissing girls on THE LIPS! 
I know, I'm just sooo wild and crazy!
I went home and slept like a log. Sunday I cleaned, cooked the most amazing soup I've ever concocted in my life, shopped (blew out Ciel and partiallyblind due to my lameness and the fact I think I caught a cold from the young boy I kissed, sorry guys) , but popped over to see my friend Gemma in the evening. We watched House of 1000 corpses, which I tought was cool, though it's probably the first film that's made me feel a bit sick. The only other things that make me queasy, are when I look at things like Rotten.com, and I can't help but keep looking, though it's making me feel ill. Maybe I have a problem, or morbid fascination with sickening things.
Anyway. Now I'm feeling tired and it's monday. I have a mad hectic week ahead, and no money. Oh well. Hows are y'all?
and then some nasty pikey tried to get us to play doubles on the pool. We left shortly after. At the party, which was full of crazy South African hardcore kids, I proceeded to get peer pressured into getting very drunk on Sambuca and beer, lost my bandana, kissed a young (19) boy, ( ) and woke up early the next morning feeling like utter shite. South African hardcore boys are weird, because they're all about 10 years behind us in terms of music, fashion and general attitude. Because there's no "scene" at all out there, they come over here and go crazy for it, filling every stereotype there is...hair, piercings, tattoos, clothes etc. And they're all very religious too.
Anyway, I went home and slept a bit like the dirty stopout I am
And pissed about all day till it was time to go to the meet. Which was fun, much props to all the people I saw, and everyone I met, I hope LadyInsane had a good birthday. I came over all lesbionic, feeling everyone's boobs (it's nice to know what boobs feel like you know) And kissing girls on THE LIPS! I know, I'm just sooo wild and crazy!
I went home and slept like a log. Sunday I cleaned, cooked the most amazing soup I've ever concocted in my life, shopped (blew out Ciel and partiallyblind due to my lameness and the fact I think I caught a cold from the young boy I kissed, sorry guys) , but popped over to see my friend Gemma in the evening. We watched House of 1000 corpses, which I tought was cool, though it's probably the first film that's made me feel a bit sick. The only other things that make me queasy, are when I look at things like Rotten.com, and I can't help but keep looking, though it's making me feel ill.
Maybe I have a problem, or morbid fascination with sickening things.
Anyway. Now I'm feeling tired and it's monday. I have a mad hectic week ahead, and no money. Oh well. Hows are y'all?
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maybe that part of the whole making an ass of myself problem... hmmm